Chloe’s POVThe morning light poured through the lace curtains like liquid gold. The air smelled like roses and salt, the kind of scent that made my chest feel tight. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, except for the faint sound of a piano somewhere far away.I sat at the dressing table, brushing my hair, pretending to be calm. My reflection stared back at me, perfect curls, pale lips, tired eyes. Zoe’s face. Not mine.The knock came soft but sharp. Three times. Jake.I quickly dropped the brush and stood, fixing the silk robe around me. “Come in,” I said, my voice small.He walked in like he owned the air in the room. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his dark hair messy from the wind. The smell of his cologne, warm wood and spice, filled the room and made it hard to breathe.He didn’t smile. He rarely did. But his eyes, da*m!!!his eyes, they searched me like he was peeling back my skin, looking for something buried underneath.“Morning, Zoe,” he said calmly.The way he said that name
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